I loved Brett and loved all the fucking but I couldn’t keep doing this. We had a modified vow. It had been a one night thing. One thing was for sure. I would need a bigger dildo. My girlfriend would never say who fucked me first. She said: “You’re not sure if it was Brett, are you? Neither am I…it was so dark. Besides, I was off to the side also being fucked.” “By Brett?” I asked. She just smiled. Brett was such a bastard but I loved him. Someday I would find out if it was his…the huge first cock I mean. I would remember the size of it…I couldn’t wait to find out. The Pub Wall…what a surprise, Part I I was a sweet young thing, recently married and with a small child who mainly stayed with my Mom while I was at work…hubby often gone for weeks, sometimes a month, as he made a good living supporting us…I was too young to have a child, in my mind…I was just barely 21, full of hormones, didn’t want more children…one was enough…joy but burden along therewith…you know what I mean. Days at home, no husband, boredom, a job was the thing and my Mom loved caring for the youngster. I was a good girl but often horny. I once told the nurse, who asked if I had any problems, that I got really wet down there. She just laughed japanese and left me in the examination room to ruminate what was so funny about the question. So prim and proper but got wet easily and pregnant and now with a youngster. I got a job. Wouldn’t you? A little walking around money and something to do…people to meet, like, shall I say, Johnnie. We sold, or rather, rented TV’s and computers and things…pay as you go but have them now…for people with little credit…Johnnie would walk me home sometimes and flatter me along the way…”Do you know how people look at you?” No, I didn’t, but he would tell me…how my long auburn hair was gorgeous…how I made men turn around and look at my hair and legs and my ass…how I was “hot.” And so, working days would pass and the walks home were more fun than work. One night he told me he’d buy me a drink on the way home…I arranged for child to be with Mom overnight…that day I wore a shorter skirt than usual…combed my hair until it really shined…we were going to a pub…have a drink and then he would, as usual, walk me home but what a surprise was in store for me that night along the low wall outside the pub. Oh, I knew Johnnie was just a flattering young bloke who meant no harm…I was a married woman with a young child. But he knew hubby was gone for periods…I guess he knew about hormones and young girls…he could never guess how I got so wet at times…how I made that nurse laugh with my question…and the other girls at work saw him paying attention to me and would tell me things: “Watch out for Johnnie,” they would giggle, “walking you home is just the start of things.” I didn’t know what the “things” were…he was nice to me. I would find out about “things” and “low Pub walls” that night. All I could think of that day was the “after work” part…it was a Friday…a weekend ahead…and I would be paid on Friday…so finally it was that time and Johnnie and I walked from the office to the pub…it was early Fall…a warm evening and the crickets were mad in their celebration…we sat at a table and he brought a pint of lager and a glass of white wine for me…it was things about work and the people we worked with and the wine was warm going down…I didn’t know why I was nervous but I surely was. Johnnie told me of his wife and how she never had time for him…how they argued a lot and then he began to talk about sex and how he got no sex at home and went on about his wife and she didn’t like “fucking” and that was a startling word for me. Men didn’t talk about “fucking” when they talked to me…but girl the word was exciting to me…I felt myself getting wet. It was so very strange that just a man using that word could make me wet…my skin was warm…my whole body was warm…Johnnie brought me another glass of wine to go with his pint and continued on about his wife and, then that word again: “fucking” and if it was the wine or the word or how he looked at me or when I noticed some men at the bar looking at me…I shivered…I pressed my legs together…wrong thing to do just then…I was wet and squeezing my legs sent me more shivers…so I swallowed some wine and felt a little dizzy about it all…this man, those men at the bar, squeezing my legs, getting that thrill…my hubby gone now several weeks…I wished he was home tonight…I’d tell him to “fuck me.” I wouldn’t say it out loud…I was a good girl…but I’d surely whisper it in his ear when he gave me a hug. “I was talking to you,” Johnnie said, “you seemed to not be listening.” “I was,” I lied, “I was just looking at the men at the bar. They’re staring at us.” “They’re not staring at us,” Johnnie said, “they’re staring at you…You’re really pretty.” I know I blushed. He was a flatterer, that Johnnie, sitting across from me here in the pub on Friday night in our little town and I was feeling it was warm in the room and it was time to go and walk home and I told him I had enough wine, that I knew my limit. What I didn’t know was my “limits.” I was faithful to my hubby and my child and was not going to be unfaithful. I was sure of that. It was very hot in the pub and I waited for Johnnie to finish his pint and pay the bill. I was pussy looking forward to Saturday morning and going shopping in town…it would be a beautiful day…it was warm this evening and surely be a nice morning…those men at the bar…looking…and Johnnie and all his nice words and the “fucking” word lingered in my mind and I was thinking of fucking just now. I went to the ladies to freshen up…my face was flushed from the wine…my panties were almost dripping…I took them off, wrapped them in a paper towel and put them in my purse. I wiped myself off but that sent more shivers…my lips were puffed up and asian wiping got me hot but it Bondage was time to go…I couldn’t stay the night in the bathroom! Johnnie finally…finally…finished his pint and off we went…waving good night to the bar keep…the men at the bar gave us…me…a last smile and wave…and off we popped. In Her wisdom, She knew they were only fit pussy for being beasts of labor, working at menial tasks that suit their strength and endurance. Marie felt the car stop and slide her hand into his open fly and grabbed and twisted his balls as she took his entire shaft down her throat. She wanted to touch herself so badly, but she didn’t want her breasts to get any bigger. Love ya, David. Why didn't you call? It revolted her, hearing and tasting her mouth fill with his salty, bitter cum. “Going to lick my pussy first?” I asked as she hefted her big boobs. It could have been due to the fact that I felt a need to unbutton the top couple of buttons before he took me home? I asked Dan. Finally Bondage you start to kiss your way up the length of my shaft. "The loser of each set has to take off a piece of clothing." And Kyle, I wish you were my dad. I need to get to the drugstore. When he turned to face me his dick was the biggest I had ever seen it. “That’s the stuff! Aimee couldn't believe this boy was touching himself in front of her. So, let’s just acknowledge it happened and get on without the embarrassment you seem to be feeling. “Ah!” Holly instinctively yelped. She could see her friend’s expression via the mirror on the back wall of the dressing room, and noted Elsie’s curious fascination. And I’m thinking... Grabbing my head with both hands once more as she started thrusting fast and hard, getting into a rhythm. She came back and put the plastic japanese container down asian in front of me. She didn't say anything as she watched me get girl to my feet, pick the beaker up and walk slowly past her towards the stairs like I had been sent to the gallows. Unlike the homes of the larger animals, the mouse house was an enclosed building, using controlled lighting to comfort the nocturnal creatures. She had no interest in cuddling or talking.